The following is a work of fiction, and all characters therein are aged eighteen or over.
At first the "I don't do boyfriends" bit seemed like a great idea; - to have an arrangement with a girl, where there was no obligation, no dating,- but she just wanted sex -, seemed like a dream come true; but the reality was that I had to see her in order to have sex with her. She had made it perfectly clear that she called all the shots; - that she would make contact if she wanted to see me; I was not allowed to call her. And the problem was, she wasn't calling. More than a week went by, and she never called or even looked at me; - and I was waiting, and hoping, and getting blue balls. Okay, so that last bit's untrue; but the only action my balls were getting was from me alone.
I had begun to give up hope, and then the text arrived; one Sunday lunchtime: "Want to catch a movie? Be at mine at 6."
I was there. On the dot. I was buzzed in through the gate, and this time shown into the house by Kandy, who met me at the front door. She looked stunning, as usual, a white button down blouse, not too tight, a number of those buttons unfastened, leaving a fair amount of her ample tits on view, and below she wore a mini skirt. She showed me into the lounge, where there were a couple of armchairs, a TV, and a 2-seater cottage style settee, - the kind with wooden arms at each side. As we stood in front of it I told her that I was so glad she had asked me, placed my hand on her waist and gently pulled her towards me and kissed her. She didn't resist! Was I finally going to see some action?
The moment was broken by a noise from the kitchen, followed by a chirpy voice:
"Popcorn's nearly ready! We can't have a movie without popcorn, can we?"
Shit! We weren't alone.
"You know Fawzia, don't you?" Kandy asked, as the voice's owner emerged from the kitchen, with a cardboard popcorn box, full to the brim with freshly made popcorn.
I knew Fawzia alright; - the dumpy, studious, bespectacled girl from college with the hijab, who always wore the baggy jumpers and long, shapeless skirts.
Whilst there was no doubt that this was the same Fawzia, her appearance was totally different. No hijab; shiny brown hair cut into a fashionable long bob. She had the biggest, darkest brown eyes, which I had never before seen, partly because the spectacles, they usually hid behind, were so badly in need of a clean, it was impossible to see anything through them; and whereas for college she wore no make-up at all, now she had on eyeliner making those large dark eyes even more captivating. She was a slightly built girl, with perhaps B-cup tits, - not that she was wearing a bra of any size today, evidenced by the dark brown nipples and areolae, easily visible through her tight white top. Below that she wore a short white skirt, which showed off, to great effect, her shapely thighs, which were the colour of delicious milk chocolate; - I salivated at the thought. I salivated even more at the thought of what even tastier delicacies may be hidden underneath her skirt, at the point where her milk chocolate coloured thighs met.
"Are we ready for the movie, then?" Kandy asked. Fawzia placed the box of popcorn by the settee, and I sat myself down on it, wondering if I was about to have to sit through some tame romcom. Perhaps I needn't have worried.
"What are you doing?" Kandy asked me, as I started to make myself comfortable on the settee
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I was a little lost for words. " I, I thought we were going to start the movie," I stammered.
"Don't you understand?" she asked, "This isn't just movie night; it's naked movie night!" and with that, the two girls began to remove their tops.
"Come on," Fawzia encouraged me, "you are going to join in the fun, aren't you?"
I was soon reminded of just how gorgeous Kandy's full tits, with their pink nipples, were. Fawzia's breasts, although smaller, were perfectly shaped, her dark areolae taking up a fair proportion of them, and chocolate-button nipples adorning them, for the moment at least, laying fairly dormant against the haloes surrounding them.
I began to undress. By the time my trousers and pants came off, the girls were completely naked, and my manhood, reacting to the nudity around me, literally sprang into view, as it was granted its freedom from my underpants, making both girls giggle.
I took in the view. Both had shaved pussies, and the labia of both girls were visible; - Kandy's pink and plump. Fawzia's mound was darker than her thighs and tummy, which framed it, and her thin dark labia reminded me of liquorice.
I sat down and the two girls sat either side of me, their naked thighs touching mine on the cosy settee intended for two. Kandy hit play, and the film began, showing three young people, coincidentally two girls and a guy, who soon lost their clothes and got down and dirty very quickly.
I don't think I could be criticised for expecting that being invited to watch porn, naked with two beautiful girls, came with certain promises, and it wasn't long before I chanced my arm - quite literally - by placing my hand on one of Kandy's breasts.
She jumped up. "What the fuck...?" she shouted, and Fawzia jumped up almost simultaneously.
The two girls disappeared into the kitchen and returned seconds later, each holding a length of rope.
"Hands out," Kandy said, and they each tied a length of rope to each one of my wrists, and the other ends to the arms of the settee.
I looked at them dumbfounded. I was utterly helpless - unable to touch them, and, for good measure, unable to touch myself, if the inclination had arisen. In surrender, of sorts, I relaxed my hands on the settee; - at which point the girls sat on them.
Things were looking up. I now had two handfuls of gorgeous, soft, warm arse, each middle finger resting conveniently right between the girls' legs.
On screen the action was hotting up. There was a close-up of the guy licking the pussy of one of the girls.
"Oooh, that looks so nice!" Kandy commented.
"Just watching it is turning me on," Fawzia agreed, and as if to prove a point they were wriggling about on my hands, and I could feel their pussies getting warmer and wetter.
"Pass me some popcorn," Kandy said, and Fawzia leaned over to pick up the box from the floor, pushing her bum backwards as she did so, causing my finger to go deeper into the warm, soft, fleshy, damp folds of her love tunnel. She passed Kandy the box, and she took a handful of kernels. Fawzia helped herself, before offering me some, feeding it to me, as my hands were otherwise engaged.
